Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Crisis of Modernity...

In a few sweet lines:

This is the night of the expanding man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be

I'll learn to work the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
And I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues -- Donal Fagen and Walter Becker

"This brother is free" is the crucial line.

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